Heaven Slaying Blade

Gu Dong turned around without looking back, waving dismissively: "I'm off, my dear sister!"

The woman's stunningly beautiful face flushed with a hint of anger. She glanced at those who were still watching Gu Dong leave, and her eyes flickered helplessly.

Then, she took a deep breath and said to the crowd, "I have not deceived you. Everything I said is the truth, and I would never deliberately harm you. You were once dominant beings of your respective universes. Coming here, you might feel uneasy for a while. I will give you the time to adjust."

The monkey looked at the woman and said flatly, "Understanding this world, we will do that ourselves. As for time, you need not offer it. I've never been a universe's overlord, and I couldn't care less about that title. I certainly have no interest in joining any faction here. So, farewell to you."

As he spoke, he turned to his six brothers: "Are you staying behind?"

"Of course, wherever you go, we go!" The Kun Fish Great Saint and the others, though not leaders of the ancestral realm, possessed an inherent defiance no less than the monkey's. What's more, their brotherhood of seven was always united—leaving the monkey behind was simply unthinkable.

The woman sighed deeply: "Is there anyone else who wishes to leave?"

Of the forty-eight individuals, there were sixteen cultivators at the Great Saint Realm, including the six Great Saints.

Now, apart from the six Great Saints, all of the other ten cultivators stepped closer to the monkey's side. For those who had reached the ancestral realm, even in a world dominated by powerful laws, their innate pride couldn't be suppressed by anyone.

The ten Great Saint Realm cultivators didn't move not because they wanted to join this inexplicable Ancient God Family, but because they were observing the situation!

These survivors of the ancient battlefield, though their realms couldn't match that of the great powers, weren't lacking in other respects. However, their realm was an inherent disadvantage. Faced with the group of ancestral realm cultivators exuding fierce and wild energy beside the woman, silence was their only option.

"So many want to leave... Very well, very well!" The woman seemed angry; her chest heaved violently before she abruptly produced a dharma instrument—a token.

The token was ancient, engraved with numerous divine scripts.

Without hesitation, the woman activated the dharma instrument and quietly recited a mnemonic.

At that moment, all—including the monkey, the six Great Saints, and the ancestral realm giants—felt a searing headache. Their divine power was instantly suppressed! Apart from the overwhelming agony, they were utterly powerless! Their vast Dao Energy, at this instant, could not be wielded at all!

"The divine aspect... that divine aspect… something's wrong!" the monkey groaned in pain, clutching his head.

"It's the divine aspect... Damn it!" the Sky Patriarch growled lowly.

"This is a colossal conspiracy!" a great power roared.

These ancestral realm giants could never have imagined that after enduring endless years, slaughtering countless beings, and painstakingly awaiting their moment of triumph, this would be their end.

This world had disappointed them completely!

Dominating laws oppressing them, weaker beings from the same realm thriving unchecked, and now, even their personal freedom… lost!

The divine aspect that once filled them with elation, granting them immortality and divinity, had ultimately turned out to be a tool of control wielded by others. At this moment, the tormented giants were left with just one thought: Could Chu Mo have foreseen this outcome? Was that why he chose to sever his divine aspect and endure exile in the Gray Land rather than enter the Tunnel world?

But the monkey and his brothers had no such thoughts. They trusted Chu Mo's character!

Chu Mo's choice to sever his divine aspect must have had another reason; it couldn't have been because he foresaw the Tunnel's situation.

However, pondering this question now was meaningless.

The most tragic plight belonged to the six Great Saints. Their realms had not yet reached the ancestral realm, and now, controlled by the divine aspect, they were suffering excruciating pain, wishing for death to end their agony. If anyone were to grant them death now, they would be eternally grateful.

The woman didn't activate the token for long. Seeing the six Great Saints on the verge of collapse, she stopped and spoke softly: "You need not hate me. If blame is to be cast, it must be on yourselves for failing to see the reality. Every time the Investiture of the Gods brings beings here, many refuse to obey. The ruthless ones simply execute a few. I won't kill you, but don't provoke me."

"Why… is it like this?" A great power, trembling with lingering fear, looked at the woman with a pained expression.

The woman's face turned sincere as she explained, "The Investiture of the Gods is jointly controlled by several ancient clans from the Tunnel. The laws engraved on this token, along with everything related to the Investiture, were collectively established by the ancient clans when creating the Tunnel's regulations. I am merely an executor. You've seen it yourself—there are troublemakers even on my side. Therefore, I hope you'll cooperate with me. I only have this token and this singular opportunity. From now on, you are my subordinates! If you cooperate, I will naturally grant you appropriate treatment and respect. So… I implore you."

A slap followed by a sweet offer…

The great powers present were all on the brink of collapse!

This manipulation… they hadn't been subjected to such tactics in countless years. Yet now, they found themselves played like this.

The monkey rubbed his head and looked at his six brothers, still writhing in agony. He said nothing, nor did he continue resisting. But in his heart, he vowed to sever the divine aspect in his spiritual sea at any cost! And to help his six brothers do the same!

Many ancestral realm great powers shared the monkey's thoughts. For beings who once dominated their respective universes, even ordinary mortals wouldn't want to be controlled by others, let alone them.

Life and death dictated by another—what respect could be genuinely offered then? That was pure nonsense.

As though reading the thoughts of the crowd, the woman added, "As for severing your divine aspect, abandon that idea. If you sever it at the moment it descends, there is a fifty percent chance of success. But now, forcefully severing it would only destroy you, body and soul. If you truly wish to die… I won't stop you."

At her words, everyone fell silent.

The ten Great Saints, who had held back earlier, looked at the giants with eyes full of mixed emotions—sympathy, boundless fury, and gratitude without even a shred of schadenfreude.

The Sky Patriarch then spoke in a deep voice, "Unless absolutely necessary, none of us would choose destruction of body and soul. But if we are pushed too far, then what does death matter to us? We've lived for millions of years and witnessed and experienced more than you can imagine. Young lady, you need not attempt your soft and hard tactics. Although you hold our lives in your hands, that does not mean we'll never revolt. Even if all beings entering the Tunnel face the same fate, we possess our own pride. This pride—grown over eons—is something you, raised within the Tunnel, cannot comprehend. So don't dare consider us mere subordinates like those attendants beside you."

The Sky Patriarch still had vigor, as did every cultivator present!

As soon as his words fell, the expressions of those beside the woman turned cold.

One of the ancestral realm cultivators, radiating wild energy, sneered, "Enough talk. Do you dare face me in battle?"

The Sky Patriarch chuckled softly and turned his gaze to the woman.

The woman, deep in thought after the Patriarch's speech, hesitated as she noticed her companion's intent to challenge. She hesitated as well.

The wild-spirited cultivator addressed Miss Bing coldly: "Miss Bingbing, this has nothing to do with you. A crude upstart from below dares mock us? I'll show him his place. Rest assured, I won't kill him."

The Sky Patriarch grinned, his gaze unfaltering: "As long as you leave my divine aspect untouched."

The woman considered for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Sparring is fine, but do not harm him severely."

The crowd immediately dispersed, creating a large space for the duel.

The wild-spirited ancestral cultivator was the first to act, throwing a punch directly at the Sky Patriarch's face.

His attack carried a vast and wild energy, with a vortex twisting violently in the skies!

The monkey and others froze momentarily, then smiled wryly—this world's rules were truly something to adapt to! Battles between giants that once shook universes were now only capable of stirring air currents?

The Sky Patriarch moved too!

His legendary reputation wasn't built on mere words or exaggerations!

He lifted his hand for an attack!

An attack that, in the past, could easily shatter entire star domains, annihilating billions in an instant.

But now, it merely tore through the void, leaving a terrifying fissure!

Compared to the opponent's vortex, the fissure was far more daunting!

Even the woman and her attendants were visibly shocked!

Granted, they had heard of ancestral realm cultivators hailed as overlords from other universes, but deep down, they hadn't truly regarded them highly.

How could beings who didn't even grasp their own world be considered true giants?

Besides, was merely reaching the ancestral realm enough to be called a giant? What of the Supreme? And beyond the Supreme?

A bunch of frogs in a well, they'd thought.

But now, those thoughts had vanished entirely.

This ancestral cultivator had managed to tear through the void in the Tunnel world itself—how?

Boom!

The wild-spirited cultivator was sent flying by a single punch from the Sky Patriarch, spewing blood in mid-air before crashing into a mountain thousands of miles away.

Rumble rumble!

Godly light from the mountain flashed, bouncing him straight back.

He crashed heavily to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

At that moment, the woman's gaze toward the Sky Patriarch and the others changed—now filled with a spark of fervor!